" I like you,” I stated. “I like like you”
He raised an eyebrow. “You like like me?”
I smiled at him and turned away, my eyes closing. Slowly, I let my hand creep towards his, our fingers twining together.
“?Yes, I like you,” I repeated simply.
There was a be3at of silence, then he said, “Your Dad isn’t going to like…”
“No, he isn’t.”
“And Kes isn’t going to…”
“Probably not.”
“And I’ll be travelling…”
“I know.”
“And you’ll be in San Francisco…”
“Tucker,” I sighed. “Do you like me?”
His fingers tightened around mine compulsively.
“Do I like you, or do I like you?” he teased.
… “Answer the question: do you like me?”
“Yeah "

― Jane Harvey-Berrick , Roustabout (Traveling, #3)